[Verse 1]
I had y’all loaded before I could even drink, for real
Never banged but still had beef just cuz I was from the Hills
A teen identity crisis, pray y’all never know how that feels
Never claimed I was from no set but actin’ soft would have got me killed
I ain’t have no back up
Y’all see a nigga fall y’all laughed then clapped
When a nigga hopped back up
Niggas hate who up, you trip one time
And them niggas gon crack up
Just like these crackers
Y’all pickin’ and choosin’ who black enough for black lives matter
Real niggas ain’t never gon’ fold
Rich niggas hate broke niggas
‘Cuz rich niggas was brokе niggas
And hated themselvеs, that shit no joke
And the mirror don’t lie
Even if you tried
All them dried up tears and puffed up eyes and fucked up nights
You keep your faith, you manifest, you sacrifice
I ain’t got no dues, them bills was due and I paid that price
I don’t give advice I just do me and I preach my life
And I missed so much now all my makes just feel so right
[Chorus]
But how many stitches mend a broken heart
All these open wounds turned into scars
They had me fucked up when they dealt my cards
But I played ‘em like I played my part
And life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Life is hard but I’m built
Nigga ,I’m built for this
Nigga, I’m a black (God)
[Verse 2]
I’m Dell Curry, pray my son is better in e’ery way
This grade of life improve his mind with e’ery “A”
Can’t take no breaks I know he watch me e’ery day
He just like me every motion to e’ery face
I put my heart in the freezer for this Velveeta
Smothered all my blues with all this gold now I’m Vegeta
Give a fuck about yo’ money
It can’t make me a diva
Or turn a ho bitch into a Gina
I need to speak to (God)
Depression; tequila
Tequila; depression
Now I’m treating all these women like they’re anti-depressants
But I knew one would come along who was gon’ teach me a lesson
Now we both sittin’ here with one question
[Chorus]
But how many stitches mend a broken heart
All these open wounds turned into scars
They had me fucked up when they dealt my cards
But I played ‘em like I played my part
And life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Nigga, I’m a black (God)
I had y’all loaded before I could even drink, for real
Never banged but still had beef just cuz I was from the Hills
A teen identity crisis, pray y’all never know how that feels
Never claimed I was from no set but actin’ soft would have got me killed
I ain’t have no back up
Y’all see a nigga fall y’all laughed then clapped
When a nigga hopped back up
Niggas hate who up, you trip one time
And them niggas gon crack up
Just like these crackers
Y’all pickin’ and choosin’ who black enough for black lives matter
Real niggas ain’t never gon’ fold
Rich niggas hate broke niggas
‘Cuz rich niggas was brokе niggas
And hated themselvеs, that shit no joke
And the mirror don’t lie
Even if you tried
All them dried up tears and puffed up eyes and fucked up nights
You keep your faith, you manifest, you sacrifice
I ain’t got no dues, them bills was due and I paid that price
I don’t give advice I just do me and I preach my life
And I missed so much now all my makes just feel so right
[Chorus]
But how many stitches mend a broken heart
All these open wounds turned into scars
They had me fucked up when they dealt my cards
But I played ‘em like I played my part
And life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Life is hard but I’m built
Nigga ,I’m built for this
Nigga, I’m a black (God)
[Verse 2]
I’m Dell Curry, pray my son is better in e’ery way
This grade of life improve his mind with e’ery “A”
Can’t take no breaks I know he watch me e’ery day
He just like me every motion to e’ery face
I put my heart in the freezer for this Velveeta
Smothered all my blues with all this gold now I’m Vegeta
Give a fuck about yo’ money
It can’t make me a diva
Or turn a ho bitch into a Gina
I need to speak to (God)
Depression; tequila
Tequila; depression
Now I’m treating all these women like they’re anti-depressants
But I knew one would come along who was gon’ teach me a lesson
Now we both sittin’ here with one question
[Chorus]
But how many stitches mend a broken heart
All these open wounds turned into scars
They had me fucked up when they dealt my cards
But I played ‘em like I played my part
And life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Life is hard but I’m built
Nigga, I’m built for this
Nigga, I’m a black (God)
( Trev Rich )
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